Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Frier. Good Romeo hide thy selfe.
Rom. Rom.
Rom. Not I,
Rom. Vnlesse the breath of Hartsicke groanes
Rom. Mist‑like infold me from the search of eyes.
Rom. Knocke
Fri. Fri.
Fri. Harke how they knocke:
Fri. (Who's there) Romeo arise,
Fri. Thou wilt be taken, stay a while, stand vp:
Fri. Knocke.
Fri. Run to my study: by and by, Gods will
Fri. What simplenesse is this: I come, I come.
Fri. Who knocks so hard?
Fri. Whence come you? what's your will?
Fri. Enter Nurse.
Nur. Nur.
Nur. Let me come in,
Nur. And you shall know my errand: